And he left. I watched him walk out โ he didnโt say good-bye, he didnโt even look back. It scared me, how easy it was for him to do that.
Sara ZarrOther memories stick, no matter how much you wish they wouldnโt. Theyโre like a song you hate but canโt ever get completely out of your head, and this song becomes the background noise of your entire life, snippets of lyrics and lines of music floating up and then receding, a crazy kind of tide that never stops.
Sara ZarrThere were about ten years of trying, failing, trying again, suffering rejection, etc. My first published book, 'Story of a Girl', was the fourth book I wrote.
Sara Zarr